Dragons and Phoenixes Rule? My Wolf Clan Can Surely Claim the Crown

Transmigrating into a werewolf, Liu Xiao awakened the Totem of Ten Thousand Races. As long as he made a sacrifice, he could gain an aura.

Healing Aura, Ironclad Aura, Mage Aura, Dragon-Slaying Aura...

He is the High Deacon of the Temple, commanding the battlefield, and the valiant Marquis who guards the East.

The barbarians tremble beneath his iron cavalry, while the human race can barely take a step near his territory.

The Lionheart Emperor: "Now this is a true paragon of the nation."

The Archmage: "With Liu Xiao here, the Temple will endure forever."

The Empress: "Reparations and ceding territory are both open to negotiation."

His subordinate: "Our lord is invincible under heaven!"

When Liu Xiao stood supreme in the East, every nation was on high alert.

"This lord has never cared for money. Money is a bastard; when I'm short, I just take some from my own trading company."

"This lord has never cared for fame or fortune. Fame is all an illusion. A few punches are enough to make everyone remember me."

"This lord has never cared for fighting. Keep the music playing and the dancing going!"